"More lessons it is, then." Especially if his mom was paying. As excited as he was to have the motorcycle, given the the cost of the insurance, the lessons and, of course, the bike itself, Luke was more than a little broke. So he'd take what he cold get. He eyed his mother's budging purse as they walked across the beach, and when they'd settled into their chairs his eyes had yet to come off of it. "Gifts first, obviously. You know I've been dying of suspense."
Luke had never been one of those kids who would unwrap just one present at a time at Christmas. He'd always been more the type to attack the pile, tearing at all the wrapping paper he could before he started playing with his army of new toys. This habit had gotten a little better over the years, but at heart he was still the same.